Grace was immediately speechless. She irritably tugged at her hair.

"Hmph, Patt actually told you all about this. When I get back, I'll have to teach him a good lesson."

"Don't worry about Patt for now. I'm still curious about what my sister - in - law is like."

Grace persisted, still eager to find out.

"Brother, those coquettish and scheming women won't do."

"If it's that kind of woman, don't blame me, the little sister - in - law, for being ruthless."

As she spoke, Grace rolled up her sleeves, looking as if she was ready to start a fight at any moment.

Orson's eyelids twitched. His sister really took after their father's personality, straightforward and hot - tempered.

"Don't worry. Your brother has good taste."

"Then I'm relieved. Hurry up and bring her home for us to meet."

After saying that, there was a silence on the phone.

"Brother?"

"Orson?"

"Are you still there?"

Orson raised his hand to rub his temples, saying helplessly, "Your brother is still working on it."

Grace was a bit shocked. "Brother, your charm isn't what it used to be!"

"Why don't you learn from dad and do a forced love?"

Hearing her suggestion, Orson's eyes slightly narrowed, and some rather explicit images involuntarily popped into his mind.

"However, it's better not to do that." Grace said with a playful smile.

"Oh? Tell me why."

"Nowadays, those girls all like gentle and abstinent men.

They seem gentle and refined on the surface, but are full of sexual tension."

Orson couldn't help but think of the man on the beach, Cisco's ex - boyfriend.

He seemed gentle and refined, but was clearly a scoundrel.

Grace got more excited as she spoke. "You know, one of my classmates said her boyfriend was too overbearing, so she broke up with him and is going to study abroad."

Orson, who had been imagining a beautiful future, instantly turned gloomy and hung up the phone.

"So, what I'm trying to say is..."

"Hello? Hello..."

Grace casually threw the phone aside and rolled her eyes again.

"You're really something, Orson. Forgetting your sister for a woman. I really want to see which woman can make you not even want to go home."

A hint of pride appeared in Grace's eyes.

She immediately called a bodyguard over and whispered a few words.

This swimsuit store was extremely busy, filled with a hubbub of voices.

When Orson walked in, he saw Cisco tilting her small head, looking absent - minded.

It was a very ordinary style, conservative and old - fashioned, and not expensive either, only $99 each.

The smile on Orson's lips grew wider. "If you like it, go and try it on quickly."

Cisco nodded.

Since Malaysia was a tourist destination, the swimsuit store was booming.

All the changing rooms were occupied, and there were quite a few people queuing.

Finally, it was Cisco's turn, but she found that the doorknob of the changing room was broken. The lock inside couldn't be latched.

If she changed inside like this, someone passing by outside might see her.

She looked at the other changing rooms, which were still closed. A Korean girl with curly hair behind her spoke in Korean - accented English. "Hurry up. Oppa is waiting for me."

Feeling embarrassed by the hasten, Cisco tugged at the corner of Orson's clothes.

"Could you hold the door for me?"

"I... I'm afraid of exposing myself..." Then, worried that the man might think she was being fussy, she added, "I'll be quick..."

"Don't worry. Take your time. I'll guard the door for you."

Orson was delighted inside but tried to hide his emotions.

This was the first time he sincerely appreciated someone who was so irresponsible as to break the door.

Orson rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms, and gave the Korean girl with curly hair who was hasten a cold glance.

His long hand directly grasped the doorknob of the changing room, and he leaned against the wall, looking casual yet noble.

This sight left the women behind him staring in admiration.

No one knew that his heart was anything but calm.

The rustling sound of clothing rubbing against each other was constantly testing his self - control.

After a few minutes, a force came from inside the door.

Orson let go, and the door opened a crack. A head poked out.

"Um, could you help me tie the strap?"

"Sure."

A deep, husky voice escaped from his throat.

Orson didn't know how he walked in.

There stood Cisco, who usually dressed conservatively, with her hands reaching back to her neck. Her fair skin glistened.

The cyan swimsuit accentuated her curvy figure, and paired with a navy - blue swim skirt, her long, jade - like legs were swaying in front of Orson.

Her jet - black hair fell naturally over her shoulders with a gentle curve. Her clear and bright pupils, curved eyebrows, long eyelashes fluttering slightly, and thin lips as delicate as rose petals were alluring.

A conservative and ordinary swimsuit, without any frills, but on Cisco, it didn't seem ordinary at all. Instead, it added a unique charm and coquettishness.

Cisco turned around, her back to Orson, trying to tie the strap around her neck with both hands.

Orson, known for his ruthlessness, for the first time felt that his previous life had been so plain and boring. His hands were uncharacteristically trembling.

The fair skin was right in front of him, like the finest suet jade, making him want to offer his lips in devotion.

Heat spread from the depths of his mind to his whole body, and layers of sweat oozed from his forehead. The unfamiliar feeling made his breathing a bit rapid.

He felt nervous, excited, or perhaps impulsive...

Cisco only felt a pair of big hands holding her, and a numb, itchy sensation spread from the back of her neck. As the man's hot chest got closer, her heart involuntarily started beating a little faster.

Her face turned even redder, and she lowered her head, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

The man behind her had his Adam's apple rolling gently, his eyes deep.

The distance between the two had unconsciously become extremely intimate.

Suddenly, Orson put his arm around Cisco's waist and pressed her against the door.

"Ah..."

Caught off - guard, Cisco let out a panicked cry.

His lips were close to her sensitive ear. "Don't move. Someone is trying to open the door outside."

Cisco calmed down a bit and listened carefully.

Sure enough, someone was desperately turning the doorknob.

Her heart, which had just settled, rose to her throat again.

She tightly hugged Orson's arms, not even daring to breathe.

Feeling the softness in his arms, Orson couldn't help but swallow hard. How he wanted to hold her neck, lie on her chest, and claim her forcefully.

But reason told him he absolutely couldn't do that.

His father had tried the forced - love approach back then and ended up losing everything.

Thinking about it, Grace's suggestion seemed more reliable.

Be gentle and abstinent, full of sexual tension, and let her gradually fall in love with him.

He endured, both happily and painfully.

Finally, they heard that the person outside stopped turning the doorknob.

"This door can't be opened. There must be someone inside?"

"Forget it. Let's try again later. Let's go buy something to eat first. This store is really busy."

Cisco let out a long sigh of relief.

She had been almost scared to death just now.

Orson sniffed her hair.

The fresh fruity fragrance was irresistible.

Finally, reluctantly, he let go of Cisco.

But his dark eyes lingered on her snow - white neck, filled with a deep, intense look.